Hey everyone, welcome back to the story! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
I've tried to put in as many different POVs as I can, even though it is mostly just Austin and Ally. Sorry if you feel like it's a little jumpy, or you'd prefer it to be more from just one person's perspective, maybe in a later chapter I'll do them more from just one POV, but for this chapter it does change between them quite a lot. Sorry if it seems confusing but hopefully it makes it more interesting seeing it from different viewpoints!
Also, in these chapters on the first day, I am detailing most of the lessons quite heavily… sorry if this seems boring but don't worry, I won't do this every time :) I just wanted to detail it more since it's the first day. Okay, enough rambling!
As ever, I do not own Austin and Ally or anything you recognise from the show in any way, shape or form, nor do I own any recognisable brands, songs or lyrics within them.
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Chapter Three: The First Day (Part 2 of 3)
Austin's POV
Homeroom was eventually over. It felt like the longest homeroom ever, my thoughts were constantly about all the rumours, they're just inescapable!
As soon as it was over I was the first one out the door, even though I sit in the back corner, the furthest point possible from the door. Not because I was eager to get to my next lesson, no! I had AP French – I hate French, and it was my weakest subject, so I needed as much time doing French as I could get. So yes, I guess it's true that I got out of homeroom quickly so that I could get to my next lesson quickly too.
As I rushed to the door, I went past the desk of the two girls from earlier. They were both very smiley and happy, no doubt laughing about the latest rumour they heard – I dread to think what it could be. But as I walked past I made eye contact for a split second with the petite, brunette one. I could instantly tell she hated me just from that mini moment of eye contact. Thanks again to the stories.
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Ally's POV
Homeroom had just ended, and I was gathering my stuff to leave. Me and Trish had AP Spanish together first period, and we were laughing about how much the Spanish teacher, Señora Gomez hates Trish's guts despite her being the best at Spanish in the class.
As we stood up with our bags, Austin was passing our desk (we have desks of two), heading towards the door at break-neck speed. Doubtless to try and get in as much time as possible making out with some cheerleader before he had to get to his next lesson. If he even went to his next lesson, that is.
As he walked past, we made very brief, and I mean very brief, eye contact. But within that tiny moment, in his eyes I could see… hope? Warmth? Kindness? HUH? This is Austin, what's going on? But then, as quickly as I had seen those hints of positivity, all the emotion in his eyes seemed to suddenly turn to anger and misery… yes, that's more what I expected to see, but it was just weird how quickly it had changed to that.
Or maybe I had just got it wrong and never seen the positive emotions in the first place. Yeah, that's more likely. I mean, this is Austin Moon we're talking about here, the guy who gets girls halfway around the world pregnant only to never speak to them again.
Although, deep down, part of me hopes that maybe I hadn't imagined it, and that there was a possibility he had the potential to be a nice guy really…
No, stupid thought. Stupid Ally.
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Trish's POV
"Okay, Ally, you ready to get to Spanish? Señora Gomez will kill us if we're late, me especially!" I said jokingly as I stood up and put on my backpack.
When I got no response I looked up, to see Ally standing there with her eyes glazed over, staring into space, seemingly deep in thought. "Ally?" I tried again. "Ally." I said a little more forcefully, waving my hand in front of her face. Still nothing. "ALLY!" I shouted, poking her stomach forcefully.
Ally shrieked a little and jumped, but at least it had worked. "God, Trish, thanks for the heart attack!" She said, breathing heavily.
"Oh shut up." I said jokingly. "What were you thinking about? You were really out of it just then!" I asked, curious. Ally was known to often be thinking, but I'd never seen her go into a trance like that before.
"Oh, uh, nothing!" Ally stuttered entirely unconvincingly. "Just, err…" She hesitated, clearly trying to think of a cover-up story. I was trying not to laugh. "A song lyric!" She said a little too enthusiastically. She was so obviously lying, but I decided I could have some fun with this.
"A song lyric?" I asked as we started to walk out of the room and down the corridor.
"Uh-huh!" She said, again over-enthusiastically and with a massive, clearly fake smile on her face.
"Alright then," I said, glad my plan had worked. "let's hear it."
A look of panic instantly swept over her face and I was seriously trying not to burst out laughing. "What!?" She stammered.
"Let's hear this new song lyric. It must be really deep and meaningful for you to have looked like that when you thought of it."
"Uh… errr… ummm… I…" She was stuttering like there was no tomorrow and I couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing.
"Calm down, Ally, I know you weren't really thinking of a song lyric." She looks visibly relieved but still on edge, knowing I wasn't just going to let the subject drop. Smart girl. "So what were you thinking of?"
"Trish, it's nothing, it really doesn't matter." She said.
"Great, then it's not a problem that I'll know." I put an exaggerated smile on my face. "Seriously, I don't get why you're like this, just tell me."
"Well…" She began. "Do you think it's at all possible that Austin Moon isn't really as bad as the rumours say?"
Wow. I was not expecting that.
"Err… I… well I don't know." I stammer. "I mean, the way he walks around the school like he owns the place, the way he is with girls, it wouldn't surprise me if the stories were true." I start. "Besides, think of how many rumours and stories there are. I mean, if a story isn't true, there's only ever really one or two stories about the person. But Austin has hundreds, so I guess why would he have so many if none of them are true?"
"Yeah, I guess…" Ally says thoughtfully.
"Don't get me wrong, I doubt all of them are true. I really hope some of them aren't true. But I do think it would be weird that there are this many without some sort of true basis." I say. Honestly, from what I've seen of the guy, I hate him, he seems like a total jerk! I mean, I've never really spoken to him, but I've seen him around and I definitely just get that vibe from him, ya know? "Anyway, where's this come from all of a sudden?" I ask Ally.
"It's just… I guess I can't believe the stories either. And I've never spoken to him, so I feel bad just basing my entire opinion of him off some high school stories, without ever having given him a chance to clear his name." I suppose Ally has a point here… "I mean, he definitely seems to be like the stories, but then I've only ever seen him a handful of times. I don't know, it's weird."
We walk in silence for a few seconds, approaching the Spanish room. "It doesn't really matter, I've never really had any lessons with him and I doubt that's gonna change this year. He doesn't look like the kind of guy to do AP Music, ya know?" Ally finishes as we walk through the classroom door and take our seats at our desk about halfway back in the room.
"Yeah, true, we'll probably barely see him around anyway." I add. I certainly hope that's true, because if he's as bad as they say, I don't want me or Ally to have anything to do with him.
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Austin's POV
I stroll into French and sit at my normal seat in the middle of the classroom. I've had this French teacher, Madame Grant, for my whole time at High School, and I think she's gradually starting to like me a bit more, but she can be a complete bitch when she wants to be, especially to those who aren't good at French and even more so to those who don't even try.
She's quite an old woman, with slowly greying, short, brown hair, a fair amount of wrinkles and glasses. She looks almost like a young grandmotherly figure, although, trust me, you wouldn't want a grandmother like her when she's in a bad mood! Her demeanour can go from laughing and getting along with the class to a nuclear bomb of rage within half a second. But I've just got used to it all now.
I will never forget the funniest moment to ever happen in relation to Madame Grant and her teaching. One time, when I shared French with Dez and Alex, we had arrived at French a few minutes earlier than normal, so we stood outside the room in a small huddle talking. I asked Alex, who was standing with his back to the door, if he was looking forward to our lesson. His reply was "No! Who would ever look forward to a lesson with Madame Grant!?" Well, at the exact moment he said that, who should walk out the door of the room and past us than Madame Grant herself. Luckily, I don't think she heard him, but the second he saw her all the colour drained from his face, and me and Dez were laughing our heads off about it for like 20 minutes. We've never let Alex forget that moment.
"Bonjour, la classe!" She begins in a cheerful tone. I hope she'll stay that way for the whole lesson…
The lesson's over, and Madame Grant was in a surprisingly good mood for the whole lesson. Probably just because it was the first lesson of the school year, so the stress and annoyance of constant teaching hasn't got to her just yet.
Luckily for me, my AP French class was not a very large class, and none of the jocks or popular girls were in it (surprise, surprise) so I could actually work properly. I need to get a good grade in French – it's the one condition my parents have for me applying to MUNY; that I have to get an A in a foreign language. I've been getting Ds and Cs most of the time through High School, but I am improving, and I should get that A by the end of Senior Year.
Okay, first lesson of junior year done, and only 5 more today. Next up: AP World History.
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Ally's POV
Spanish passed fairly uneventfully. It was mostly just a sort of introduction to what we would be doing this year and all the normal, boring first lesson of the year stuff.
My next class was AP World History, which was… let's just say, not the most interesting of subjects. Especially with the teacher I have on my schedule – Mr Owens. I've never had him as my teacher before, but everyone says he's awful. Great.
I don't share this with Trish, so I give her a quick hug goodbye before heading off to the History department of the school.
I walk into the classroom and I'm not really friends with anyone in this lesson, so I just go and sit in the front row on the side by the window overlooking the playing field. I get out all my pens and paper along with my folder before putting my bag on the floor. We have a couple of minutes before class starts so I pull out my songbook, as I always do when I have nothing else to do, and start doodling on a page in the back.
The final bell rings and I put my songbook away and look up. Just as the bell is ringing, Austin walks through the door. 'Huh? What is Austin doing in my AP World History class? In fact, what's he doing in an AP class at all?' I thought to myself as he went and sat in the only empty chair in the back row. I'm a little confused, I didn't expect to see him in any of my classes, but then I scold myself for ever assuming that he couldn't be smart just because of his reputation, and I again feel bad for judging him. But still, he doesn't exactly look like he wants to be in this class…
My thoughts are interrupted by Mr Owens standing up and moving around to stand in front of his desk. "Okay class, welcome to World History. I am your teacher for the year, Mr Owens." Wow, umm… he has the most boring, monotonous voice I have ever heard! It makes me sleepy just hearing it! 'Damn it' I think to myself, 'I have a whole year of this?'
His teaching style matches his voice – dull, dull, dull, dull, dull! Did I mention he was boring? He just stood there for the whole lesson talking at us about the course and what we'd do during the year. I thought I was losing the will to live. Me, Ally! Me, Ally Dawson losing focus and being bored in a lesson! That has never happened before! I glance around the room, and it seems like I'm not the only one who feels this way, since everyone is leaning on their desk, or their elbows, or is just staring into space.
My eyes land on Austin, who, to my surprise, seems to be trying to pay attention, judged by the way he is not leaning on anything and is looking straight at Mr Owens. Either he actually was paying attention or he was a very good actor. Probably the second option. He'd probably learnt over the years how to perfect his 'I'm paying attention' look to trick the teacher into thinking he is when he's not. Or am I just judging him too harshly again?
I realise that by thinking about this, I've actually not been paying attention to the teacher! When I realise this I instantly turn back to the front and tune back in to what he's saying. I'm thankful when I realise that I haven't missed any important information, but I am immediately bored again as I listen to his voice.
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Austin's POV
Man, I am dying in this lesson. I can seriously feel myself getting older as I sit here listening to this guy telling us about the "exciting year of World History ahead of us". Ha! Funny joke! Nothing Mr Owens says could ever be remotely 'exciting' based on the way he's talking to us.
His voice doesn't seem to have any understanding of pitch. Every word he says is just all on one level, his voice never gets any higher or lower, louder or quieter, and it's just torture to listen to! Seriously, Siri on my phone sounds more exciting than this teacher, and that is saying something!
I'm trying my hardest to pay attention, I really am, but it's nearly impossible to do that listening to this! He could at least walk around a bit, write on the board, just do something aside from just stand there absolutely still as a statue and talk in his boring voice.
It seems I'm not the only one with this viewpoint, either. I'm sat in the back row, so I can see everyone else in the room, and there is only one other person who isn't leaning on the desk or on their elbow. I don't know exactly who it is, I can't really see them properly, they're just in my peripheral vision, and I don't want to turn to look at them because I'm trying desperately to focus on Mr Owens.
Mercifully, the bell rings signalling the end of the lesson. Thank God! I actually thought I was about to die!
We've had two lessons, so we now have our morning break, which is basically 20 minutes of free time. But I have free period third anyway, so I essentially just have extended break.
I'm in no rush to get out this time, because being on break basically means exposure. It gives the popular girls (and regular girls, actually) a chance to jump all over me again, the jocks a chance to act like they're my best friends and persuade me to join the football team (which I would never do, I hate football) and everyone else the chance to judge me and spread more rumours.
I slowly pick up my backpack and folders and head out the door, into the wilderness.
First I head over to my locker to put my folders and bag in it, after all I won't need them for a while. Once that's done, I head out onto the yard and meet with Dez, Alex and Elliot in our usual spot sat on the grass under the shade of the big oak tree.
"Hey man, how were your first two?" Dez asked as I approached and sat down. I was the last one there.
I mumbled in response. "Same as always, I guess."
"I heard you got stuck with Mr Owens for World History. Unlucky." Elliot said jokingly and everyone smiled.
"Seriously, how is it physically possible for a person to be so boring?" I say. "One lesson and I've already had enough of him for life. It's gonna be a long year." I continue.
"You got that right." Dez says. "You had any lessons with the populars yet?" 'The populars' is how we referred to Violet, Tilly, Kimmy and Carrie. The guys all knew about their… obsession… with me – obviously, who didn't? – and my whole bad boy image, and they took great delight in teasing me about it regularly.
"No, thankfully!" I say. "And I hope I never will! You know I can barely stand 5 minutes with them, imagine an entire lesson!"
"Austin, you're so lucky! You're constantly hounded and adored by the hottest girls in the school! And pretty much every other girl, for that matter." Alex said. He had always been a little jealous of my popularity and especially my… appeal to the ladies.
"Trust me Alex, it's not half as enjoyable as you think it'd be." I replied.
"I dunno… let's just say I'd be willing to trade places with you for a day any time." He said, smirking slightly.
"No deal." I say back with a smile. "The girls may be annoying but my life is still pretty damn sweet." 'Apart from the rumours' I think to myself but don't say it out loud. The guys know they annoy me and we all agree to not bring them up.
"Apart from the rumours!" Dez says. Ah, maybe not then. "Oops." He instantly says and drops his head and the rest of us laugh.
"Yeah, I guess." I say calmly. "But I don't let them get to me." That is a major lie, the rumours affect me deeply, but I don't let it show. I don't want to burden them all with it even more than I already do.
"Good," Elliot continued. "we all know the truth and that's all that matters."
I smile at this. I really do have a great group of friends to support me through all this, even when it gets really tough and annoying. Moments like these I'm really glad I am who I actually am and not the bad boy everyone thinks I am. If I was, I wouldn't have the great friends that I do.
"Okay, I'm gonna go for a smoke, anyone else?" Alex says, standing up. Smoking is strictly banned on school grounds, but all the smokers just go to a small corner of the school grounds where nobody can see them to smoke. I don't smoke – never have, never will – and I'm just glad that Alex doesn't do it around me, I find it disgusting to even see someone else smoking.
"Yeah, I will." Elliot says, standing up too. Elliot doesn't smoke often, like Alex, but every now and then he will. I've tried many times to convince them both to quit, but I know that in reality it's not that easy. I just hope that they will eventually, before they ruin themselves forever.
Dez doesn't smoke either, so he stays seated with me and we say goodbye to the other two as they stroll off in the direction of the unofficial 'smoking area'. They'll be lucky if they're not caught one of these days, although part of me hopes they do get caught so that there's less chance they can do it again.
"So, Dez, what's new?" I say, awaiting whatever weird and crazy response he can give.
"Not much, I'm building my gingerbread family a new house tonight, Benjamin's been bugging me about it for ages. You wanna help?" He offers. In case you're wondering, no Benjamin is not Dez's brother, he's one of the gingerbread men. Yep, you heard it right. Dez actually believes that they're alive and a real family to him. Weird, I know, but that's just Dez.
"Um… no thanks." I reply. It doesn't actually sound too bad – making a gingerbread house – but I know that Dez is real serious when it comes to his gingerbread men and houses, and if I do even one thing even slightly wrong when we're making it then it's all gonna end in disaster. "My parents are forcing me to help them out at the store." I lie.
My parents own 'Moon's Mattress Kingdom' in the mall. They are the self-proclaimed 'King' and 'Queen' of the store, and they're always trying to persuade their 'Little Prince' (that's me if you hadn't guessed) to work there with them instead of pursuing music. I always protest, but now they force me to work two hours there with them after school every Friday. Yippee (I hope you could feel the sarcasm there).
"Ah, still pushing the whole 'Little Prince' thing?" Dez questions, smirking at me.
"You know it." I reply. "They're just desperate for me to work there instead of going into music. That's why they put the whole 'A in a foreign language' thing in place – they don't want me to go to MUNY so they tried to stop it. But I am not working there!" I say, starting to work myself up into a state, and Dez notices this.
"Easy buddy, just breathe, stay calm." He says gently, and I do start to calm down.
We faintly hear the bell go off in the school, meaning the morning break is over.
"Well, I better get to Geometry." Dez says, standing up. "You got a free now?" I nod in response. "Alright buddy, see you at lunch." He says, giving me a fist bump before heading off into the school.
I sigh and lean back against the tree, deciding to spend a bit more time here, enjoying the peace and quiet.
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Ally's POV
The break time passes fairly quickly and uneventfully, just the normal girly gossip that we always have, nothing interesting. I don't really pay much attention, to be honest, I've never really been interested in gossip and other people's private lives. I couldn't really care less what other people get up to in their own time.
The bell goes and everyone stands up to head off to their lessons, but I have a free period, and I decide just to go for a short walk around for a while, enjoying the bright sunshine and warmth. I hug Trish goodbye and begin my walk.
I head out across the yard over to the grass, where there are more benches and a few trees. Marino High is actually a really nice school; the rooms were nice, the facilities were pretty good, they had a great music department (which of course is essential for me) and then there's all this green space outside.
I walk along the pebble stone path that winds around the green space and heads over in the direction of the playing field. It feels like I'm walking through a park or something, what with the quiet, the green grass, the trees, the warmth and sunshine that we get in Miami… I feel completely peaceful and happy.
As I'm walking along the path, a few trees away I see none other than Austin sitting with his back against a big old oak tree. He has sunglasses on so I can't tell if he's sleeping or not and whether he's seen me. But then, even if he had seen me it's not like he'd try to interact with me or anything.
Then I wondered if he actually was meant to have a free period now or whether he was just skipping class. Judging by his reputation, I'd have to say he was skipping, but for some reason I had a feeling he was on a free period. I like to have a pretty big amount of faith in humanity, even in people as apparently vile as him.
I just continue walking towards him. I'm not going to make an effort to speak to him or anything, there's no point. Plus the fact that I don't even know if he's awake. I'd hate to wake him up.
Just as I'm walking past him, I hear his voice. "Hey there."
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Austin's POV
I love times like this. Times just sat on my own, enjoying the quiet and the Miami heat, as I sat under the shade of the oak tree just relaxing. I know it would be wise to spend my free period catching up on work or doing extra work, but right now I'm too relaxed to even think about that. My leather jacket is off and at my side and my sunglasses are on.
I hear the crunch of feet walking on the pebble path that goes directly past the tree I'm sat against, and panic that it's one of the populars, here to try and flirt and therefore ruin my peaceful time. I'm wearing my sunglasses, so hopefully they'll think I'm asleep and just walk straight past.
I don't turn my head, that would give me away, but I look out of the corner of my eye down the path at who's walking my way.
Thankfully, it's not one of the populars, or one of the girls who usually throws themselves at me. It's the petite girl from homeroom. She seems really nice, even though I've never spoken to her. Last time I decided not to say anything to her because I assumed she'd just believe the rumours, and I still thought that to a certain extent, but I thought I might as well be polite and friendly towards her.
As she walks past me, I speak out to her. "Hey there." She jumps a little at first, I guess she thought I was asleep or just didn't think I would say anything to her. I chuckle and continue. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
She still doesn't say anything, just stands there a little awkwardly, smiling softly. "Are you gonna say anything?" I ask gently, a little bored of the silence and realising that I was stupid and that she's probably saying nothing because she believes the rumours and so hates me.
"S-S-Sorry!" She stammers out, and I smirk a little. She's definitely nervous, so she definitely believes the rumours. The smirk leaves my face at this thought. "Um… hi." She says.
"I'm Austin." I say standing up and holding out my hand.
"I know." She says, looking at my outstretched hand but not shaking it. I wasn't expecting that response and I can tell she didn't mean to see it based on the panicked expression on her face. I smile and chuckle slightly. "Err, I-I mean that I… I've just h-heard about you around s-school I-I guess." She stutters.
I chuckle again, dropping my hand as I realise she's not gonna shake it. "Of course you have." I say. "And your name is?"
"A-Ally." She replies. Ally. I like that name.
There are a couple of seconds of silence as we both stand there. I take this time to take a better look at her, I've never really seen her up close properly.
She's actually a very pretty girl, she has completely natural beauty and she knows just how to put on a very small amount of make-up just to exaggerate her perfect features even better. Her hair looks good down and straightened as it is today, but if I remember correctly I've seen her around with gently curly hair.
Her dress sense is good, too. The light pink dress stops at just the right point on her legs and is complemented by the belt and cardigan. Like I said before she has a petite figure, but it suits her. Overall, a good looking girl.
I don't have a crush on her or anything, I mean I've only just met her and barely know her - hell, I don't even know her name - but I think I'd like to get to know her better.
"So, what are you doing out here?" I ask casually, still leaning back against the tree.
"Uh… I have a free period now." She says, timidly. She's still nervous. That's to be expected, though. "What about you? Are you on a free period or are you just skipping class?" She seems to gain a little confidence as she says this in an almost sassy tone.
"Ah, you believe the rumours." I say, disappointment clear in my voice. She blushes and starts to stammer a response but I stop her. "I don't blame you, I would too. There's some pretty crazy stuff said about me." She smiles gently and nods in agreement. "But I will have you know that I am also on free period." I say, smirking. "Anyways, I need to go and get my stuff for my next lesson, so if you'll excuse me." I say leaning down and picking up my jacket. "It was nice meeting you. Enjoy the rest of your walk." And with that I turn and walk across the grass back over to the school.
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Ally's POV
What just happened? Did I actually just have a conversation with Austin Moon? I turn and continue my walk down the path, deep in thought about what had just happened.
Austin seemed… nice, I guess. He was perfectly polite and kind. I wasn't though. I was internally slapping myself repeatedly – I was so rude to him! I refused his handshake (but that was out of shock, might I add), I barely spoke to him, and I went all sassy on him when I did speak! I'm such an idiot! He probably thinks I'm a complete bitch now. I feel like one too.
It's weird. He didn't directly say the rumours were false, but he didn't confirm them to be true either. I don't know whether I believe them or not. Based on how he acted, he didn't seem like the kind of jerk to get a girl pregnant and never speak to her again…
But then he just suddenly left, without giving me much of a chance to speak, but he was polite at the same time… this was all so confusing!
I realised the time and headed back towards the school too, walking through the doors just as the bell rang.
I had Chemistry next with Trish, and I couldn't decide whether or not to tell her about my little 'meeting' with Austin. I decided that I might as well, she may have been able to make better sense of it all. We would have time to talk about it during our experiment anyways, we were always lab partners and we did pretty well, too (probably because I did most of the work – sorry Trish!).
I walk into the science lab and take a seat in the middle of the room, and Trish walks in a couple of minutes later and takes the seat next to me. "Hey Ally!" She says cheerily as she sits down and pulls out her folder.
"Hey Trish, how was AP Theatre?" That's another thing, Trish was an amazing actress, and she helped me through my Theatre course last year.
"Good as ever." Trish replied smiling. "How was your free?"
"It was… interesting, I guess." Trish raised her eyebrows as I said this.
"Interesting?" She asked.
"I'll explain during the experiment." I say before we turn back to the front as our teacher, Mr Hunt, stands up. She nods in response before also turning to the front.
"Okay class," Mr Hunt began. I'd never had him before either. "welcome to AP Chemistry, I am Mr Hunt I will be teaching you this year. Today we're going to do a fairly basic experiment just to get an idea of your abilities. I have already decided your lab partners…" This was a shock - normally we got to choose our partners. 'Please put me with Trish!' I think to myself over and over. "Whoever you are paired with today will be your lab partner for the entire year. So, we'll have Sarah and Dylan, Molly and Anne, David and Amelia, Trish and Ryan…" Both our mouths drop open as we realise we're not together. "Julia and Freddie, Austin and Ally."
"What!?" I say in shock. I didn't even see him in here when I walked in! I turn to Trish and she is wide-eyed and open-mouthed. "I'm with Austin?" I say quietly, and she nods slowly.
Trish's partner, Ryan, walks over at this point and I pick up my stuff and turn around to see Austin in the back row, looking… well I didn't really know.
I slowly walk over to his desk at the back and put my stuff down next to him…
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Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Austin and Ally have finally met, and now they have to work together in Chemistry for the whole year!
The next chapter will be the rest of their first day. Sorry if you find the sort of detail boring, but I'm trying my best!
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Catch you later!